by Michael Sisa
“We can’t let that happen,” Duke Kelvin mumbled to himself. He started biting his lip. After some time, he looked at Lord Hais and said, “Where is the princess right now?”
“We aren’t sure, Duke,” said Lord Hais. “But judging by the letter, they’ll probably arrive at the capital in a couple of days.”
Duke Kelvin clicked his tongue. “A couple of days, huh? Listen, I want you to mobilize the Black Midas.”
“The Black Midas?”
Duke Kelvin nodded.
One of the nine divisions of Black Midas was sent to kill the Lord of Blackstone Town several months ago. But, for some reason, Duke Kelvin never heard from them since then. Since Lark Marcus was still alive, they must have perished during their attempt to kill him.
“I’ll give you command over five out of the remaining eight divisions of Black Midas. Make sure the princess and that Marcus brat never make it to the capital,” said Duke Kelvin.
Lord Hais was thrilled.
The Marcus Family was well-known for its military, the Youchesters were well-known for their fertile land, while the Kelvins were known for their hussars and the Black Midas.
The Black Midas were the most prominent organization ruling the underworld of the Kingdom. The organization—composed of nine powerful divisions—dealt with slave trading, human trafficking, prostitution, drugs, and other illegal activities within the Kingdom. Due to their sheer size, and with the backing of powerful officials, the royal family had never managed to cull them even after several generations had passed.
“Give me your hand,” said the duke.
Lord Hais prevented his emotions from showing on his face. He held out his hand, and Duke Kelvin channeled his mana into Lord Hais’ body. Slowly, five small insignias formed on the back of Lord Hais’ left hand, before becoming faint and disappearing. Each of them represented its respective division in Black Midas.
With this, the members of Black Midas would unquestionably follow Lord Hais’ command.
“Prevent the princess’ group from stepping foot in the capital, no matter what,” said Duke Kelvin.
Lord Hais bowed, a grin forming on his face. “I will follow your command, Duke.”
***
After Lord Hais left the dungeon, he went straight to his mansion in the inner district of the capital. He was still shuddering from euphoria. He still could not believe that he’d gained control over five divisions of the infamous Black Midas.
He went to his room and chased out the servants and the guards.
“That moron,” he chuckled. “After I kill the princess and the king, you’ll be next Duke Kelvin.”
Duke Kelvin was the perfect scapegoat. Blaming him for the death of the princess and His Majesty should be easy, especially now that he had the command over five divisions of this underground organization.
He raised his hand over his face and channeled some mana into his hand. Several insignias started appearing on his skin. They looked beautiful, no matter how much he stared at them.
“Let’s try summoning some of them, shall we?” Lord Hais licked his lips and channeled mana into the five crests.
Several seconds passed by and he felt an invisible thread connecting him to five different people scattered throughout the capital.
Minutes passed and the five stared appearing in front of him, one after another. All of them momentarily looked at Lord Hais quizzically, but after seeing the crests on the back of his hand, they bowed their heads and knelt silently.
Lord Hais shuddered upon seeing the five people gathered in front of him. Each of these men was probably capable of killing all of the guards in his mansion alone. And now, all of them were under his command.
Five commanders of Black Midas were kneeling in front of him right now. Lord Hais was thrilled just thinking about it.
No wonder Duke Kelvin held so much confidence despite being locked up in the dungeon. If he wished to, he could easily escape prison with the help of these monsters.
These five divisions are mine now, Kelvin.
Although Duke Kelvin still held power over three divisions of Black Midas, Lord Hais was confident of taking care of them once the time came.
Lord Hais cleared his throat.
“I have a job for all of you,” he said.
The five men continued kneeling before him, unmoving. As expected of top-notch assassins.
“Princess Esmeralda, her knights, Lark Marcus,” said Lord Hais. “I want you to kill these people I’ve mentioned. Make sure they never set foot in the capital, no matter what. Do you understand?”
“Yes, My Lord!” the five replied in unison.
Lord Hais shuddered in ecstasy. This must be the feeling of someone holding absolute power capable of killing prominent figures with just the snap of a finger.
“Gather all of your men.” Lord Hais grinned broadly. “Kill all of them.”
CHAPTER 18
Since time was of the essence, Lark’s group didn’t stop in any cities to spend the night. Instead, they hired the fastest carriage, stopping only to allow the horses to recuperate for a couple of hours, before moving out again for the capital.
Everything had been going smoothly. At this rate, they would arrive at their destination several days earlier than they anticipated.
Two horse-drawn carriages moved through the forest leading to the capital.
“We’re almost there, Your Highness,” said Parzival, as he looked through the window of the carriage. The sea of trees blurred as they sped by.
The princess clenched her fists. Finally, she would see her father. And this time, she would no longer be the helpless daughter she was.
“Parzival, we’ll be able to finally cure my father, right?” said the princess. It was more of question for herself than her knight.
“We can only hope for the best, Princess,” said Parzival.
Parzival remembered the town ruled by Lark Marcus. Even now, he still wondered how the second son of Duke Drakus had managed to develop that territory to such extent.
The princess probably hadn’t noticed it, but that town was growing at an exponential rate, despite being surrounded by nothing but vast wilderness. He’d seen the water system, the farmlands, the paved roads, the Southern District, and the structures being built in the east. A ruler as competent as that lord wouldn’t lie to them regarding the cure of His Majesty, right?
As Parzival was lost in his thoughts, the carriage suddenly stopped.
Parzival said to the coachman. “What happened? Why did you stop?”
“About that,” the coachman replied meekly. “A fallen tree’s blocking the path, Sir.”
“A tree?”
Parzival peeked outside the window and saw a large tree blocking the road.
“We’ll move the tree out of the way, Your Highness. Please stay inside the carriage.”
Parzival nodded at his fellow knights—Tomas and Andrew. The three of them went out of the carriage, while the remaining two knights remained inside with the princess.
“Let’s quickly move this tree out of the wa—”
Parzival stopped abruptly. He noticed something peculiar with the tree. Looking closely, its large trunk was cut cleanly. He realized that the tree was deliberately put here in the middle of the road.
His instinct screamed at him that this might be a trap.
He was about to warn his fellow knights when suddenly, arrows flew from the sea of trees. Parzival quickly parried them with his sword, but the unsuspecting Andrew and Tomas were mercilessly shot down by the arrows. The horses neighed and the coachman cried—even they weren’t spared from the surprise attack.
“Tomas! Andrew!” shouted Parzival. “Damn it! We’re under attack!”
Hundreds of men clad in black started appearing from the shadow of the nearby trees. Those at the rear continued firing their arrows, while those in front started running toward Parzival.
At the corner of his eye, Parzival saw Tomas gasping for air, his neck
pierced by an arrow. But despite being on the verge of death, Tomas forced his body to move. He touched his bracer and activated its stored magic. A dome-shaped barrier made of mana appeared and enclosed the two carriages, preventing the arrows from hitting them. The men clad in black started striking the barrier with their sword, but it was surprisingly strong, forming only minute cracks with each strike.
Tomas grinned after he successfully activated his magic. His hands fell and he finally went limp.
Parzival used this opening and ran toward his two comrades. Andre was hit by the arrow right at the head. He was dead. And now, Tomas was on his last breath.
“T-Tomas!” cried Parzival.
Everything had happened in an instant. He couldn’t even warn them as the arrows shot toward them from the forest.
The remaining two knights came out of the first carriage, and upon seeing the hundreds of men clad in black surrounding them, pulled out their weapons. Lark, Chryselle, and Anandra also came out of the second carriage.
Lark looked around him—at the dead coachmen and horses, the dying knight, and the hundreds of enemies surrounding them.
“Tomas!” croaked Parzival. “Please!”
Tomas had long stopped gasping for air, right after activating his spell.
Lark approached the unmoving knight and pulled the arrow stuck in his neck, making some blood splatter on his cheek. With brisk but calm movements, Lark took a small vial from his pouch and poured the liquid inside onto the wound of the dying knight.
To Parzival’s surprise, the wound on Tomas’ neck sizzled and rapidly closed on its own.
What the hell was that thing, for it to heal a deep wound in a matter of seconds? Even the alchemists in the capital shouldn’t be capable of creating a potion as potent as this.
A burst of light shot from Lark’s fingertips and struck the chest of Tomas. A few seconds after, Tomas opened his eyes, gasped for air, and vomited out bile and clotted blood. He coughed several times, his chest rapidly rising and falling.
“He should be fine. Although it’ll take a couple of hours before he can move around like he used to before,” said Lark. He looked around them. Although he’d managed to prevent the knight from dying, the fact that they were currently surrounded by hundreds of enemies remained.
Outside the barrier, five men, who appeared to be the leaders of the group gazed at Parzival and Lark.
“That’s Parzival, the knight of Princess Esmeralda,” said one of them. He then looked at Lark. “Silver hair, blue eyes. A member of the Marcus Family, without a doubt. Lark Marcus. The princess. Her knights.” The man snapped his fingers. “Bring their lifeless bodies to me.”
On cue, the attacks of the assassins became fiercer. It was only a matter of time before the barrier Tomas had cast would shatter.
The hair at Parzival’s nape bristled upon meeting the gaze of those five men. For some reason, they reminded him of Instructor Mikael.
Parzival wondered what would happen if those five did have the same strength as the instructor. Even if all the knights here gave up their lives, the princess still might not survive.
“Go back to the carriage. My disciples and I will handle these guys,” said Lark. He activated the mithril cubes and they started flying toward him, until the two hovered right above his head.
“But—” Parzival could see that these guys weren’t your ordinary, everyday assassins.
“—We need someone to restrain and protect the princess. That sheltered brat might suddenly jump out of the carriage at any time.”
At the corner of his eye, Lark saw the princess looking at what was happening outside through the carriage’s window.
Parzival was still hesitant.
“Look, only if the knights are protecting the Princess,” said Lark, “will I be able fight to my heart’s content.”
Although it felt like Lark was telling them that they’d be just a hindrance, Parzival and the knights finally conceded and accepted Lark’s proposal. They went back to their carriage and surrounded it, ready to intercept any attacks against the princess.
They’d heard from credible sources that the second son of Duke Drakus was a monster magician. Furthermore, they’d also seen during their stay in Blackstone Town the strength of Chryselle and Anandra.
If worse comes to worst, in the event that Lark and his disciples were defeated, they could just use the opening to grab the princess and run away to safety.
After all, the princess was their top priority. Everything else was secondary.
Finally, Tomas’ barrier broke. Arrows started pouring from the sky and dozens of assassins ran toward Lark, Anandra, and Chryselle.
Lark activated the runes in one of the mithril cubes, and two dome-shaped barriers made of wind magic enclosed the first and second carriage. Unlike Tomas’ spell, this wind barrier repaired itself immediately, and would continue to do so until the crystallized mana inside the first mithril cube was depleted.
Three assassins finally reached Lark. Without hesitation, they aimed for his neck with their blades. Lark activated the second mithril cube and it separated into eight smaller pieces. Three of them moved immediately and parried the attacks of the three assassins.
Using this opening, the remaining five pieces spun around violently and shot forward, piercing the heads of the assassins, shattering their skulls and killing them in an instant.
At the same time, Lark cast three spells concurrently. Wind blades, lightning spears, and earth spikes shot toward the other enemies, killing them one after another.
Chryselle, also cast her spell, creating three lightning serpents, which immediately slithered through the battlefield, devouring the assassins. As expected of an Elder of Wizzert. She could hold her ground even against dozens of enemies.
Anandra, on the other hand, used the same old technique he was familiar with—he amplified the strength of his body with mana, and started cutting down his enemies using his sword. The enemies couldn’t even touch him, as he simply sidestepped and dodged each attack, as though he’d already memorized his enemies’ pattern of attack beforehand.
While Lark and his two disciples were busy dealing with the assassins, several men tried attacking the two carriages. But to their horror, the moment they touched the barrier, their bodies were immediately cleaved in half by wind magic.
Another group of assassins tried to shatter it using their swords, only to meet the same fate as the ones before them. The moment their swords struck the barrier, the barrier spell retaliated and cut their bodies with wind blades.
Seeing this, the other assassins no longer tried to break the barrier with brute force. Those capable of magic started firing spells at it, one after another.
Lark frowned. Although there was still a lot of crystallized mana stored inside the first cube, it would be quickly depleted if the enemies repeatedly bombarded the barrier with their spells. He knew he had to finish the fight quickly, before the cubes ran out of mana. Otherwise, he would be forced to protect those inside the carriages himself.
He strictly forbade Austen and George from joining the battle. They were currently inside the carriage, hiding. Their spell casting speed was still too slow; the enemies would have killed them several times before they could even complete a simple fireball spell.
“Let’s end this,” Lark mumbled.
At the same time, five men, who appeared to be this assassin group’s leaders, started to move. One of them used concealment magic and blended with the shadows around them. He vanished then emerged, like a fish in water, from Lark’s shadow. Without a sound, he stabbed his sword toward Lark’s neck.
But to the assassin’s surprise, the pieces of the mithril cube blocked the attack. The leader immediately cast his spell and his shadow distorted, turning into six spears, before shooting toward Lark.
The pieces of mithril cube blocked each strike, as though they had a life of their own. Filled with disbelief that a mere artifact was blocking all of his attacks, the assass
in leader started cussing and sped up his attacks.
Lark pulled out the cheap iron sword he bought from Garma’s shop. He amplified the strength of his body using magic and started striking back at the assassin leader.
The mithril cubes also started to go on the offensive, but the six shadow spears managed to parry its attacks. The assassin leader was clearly proficient with the sword, as Lark failed to land a single strike on him despite the help of the mithril cube.
“Annoying.” Lark clicked his tongue.
If swordsmanship wasn’t enough, then he’d just supplement what he was lacking with magic.
With Lark’s absurdly fast spell casting speed, two magic circles appeared on the ground. The ground trembled, and for a moment, the assassin leader lost his footing. Using this opening, a large stone golem rose from the ground and grabbed the assassin leader. Without hesitation, the golem crushed the human using its large hands. The assassin leader coughed out blood.
A piece of mithril shot toward the assassin leader, shattering his skull.
Lark had yet to catch his breath when two assassin leaders appeared behind him. One tried to stab him with the sword, while the other summoned several earth spikes from the ground.
Lark leaped back, but the two assassin leaders immediately followed through with their attacks. The first one channeled lightning magic into his sword and slashed at Lark, while the other one willed the earth spikes to transform into earth serpents and chase after its target.
Despite its large size, Lark’s stone golem moved agilely in front of its master and shielded him from the attacks. It crossed both its arms and absorbed the brunt force of the impact.
The lightning spell destroyed the arms of the golem, while the earth serpents shattered its trunk. The golem knelt, before forming numerous cracks and turning into dust.
Without stopping, the two assassin leaders shot toward Lark. At the same time, dozens of their subordinates also aimed for his life. Some of them started firing orbs of lightning, wind blades, ice shards, poison arrows.
The moment Lark blocked or dodged an attack, another one would shoot toward him in an instant.
